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*PAGfi TWO HOPE STAft, HOPE, AEtfANSAS Tuesday, October 26, FLAPPER FANNY CCPlt. 1»!t» RtA StftVICE, INC. t, M. «EO. U. 9. PAT. Off. Hope % Star 3taf of,Hope 1339; Pr«s, 192?. Consolmfifecl January 18, 1929. 0 Justice, Deliver Thy Hetald from False Report! Published eveJy week-day afternoon by Star Publishing Co., Inc. <& £ Mififtf it AliX. H. Washhurn), at The 'Star building, 212-214 South Walnut street, Hope, Arkansas. C. E. PALMER. President ALEX. H. WAStlfiUKN', Editor and Publisher (AJ?) —Means Associated Press (NEA)—Means Newspaper Enterprise Ass'n. Rate (Always Payable in Advance): By city carrier, per Weefe l&ft per month 65c; one year S6.50. By mail, in Hempstead, Nevada, Howard, Miller and LaFayette counties, S3.50 per year; elsewhere $6.50. Bteiabef ot The Associated Press: The Associated Press is exclusively entitled te the use for republication of all news dispatches credited to it or oof otherwise credited in this paper and also the local news published herein Charges on Tributes, Etc.: Charges will be made for all tributes, cards of thanks, resolutions, or memorials, concerning the departed. Commercial oewspnfltrs Hold" to this policy in the news columns to protect their readers .wittt a« deluge of space-taking memorials. The Star disclaims responsibility /far ttie safe-fteeping or return of any unsolicited manuscripts. Spending Costs of War to Better Advantage 2.President's Chicago speech has at least clone one help"1 ful thing. It has forced Americans to do a little earnest thinking about the curse of war and the way this modern world can escape it. For when we start talking about international co-onera- , tion to curb aggressor nations, the next step is to start talking about the things that make nations a.e-eressive. A peace which existed^ only because one grouo of nations had a stranglehold on another group would not be a healthy or a lasting peace. . Only by i-emoving the causes of war can the world insure itself effectively. Amtthat leads us intodeen waters. For the causes of war nowadays are too complex to be summed up in a sentence. It is 1 , more or less customary to say that the agorressor nations are the "have-nots"—the nations which lack colonies, raw materials and the other elements of prosperity—and to say that they are being driven to their aggressive tactics by their imperative need for these things. , * * * TF that is true, then we do not need an international quar- •* antine half so much as we need an international dividing-up. Wecaiinbt hope to buy world peace at the price of continued poverty on the part of strong and ambitious peoples. The sen: 'sible course would be to give them the things they need before they: take them by force. But—is it true, after all ? Is the economic plight of Japan. for examrjle,. so dire and nresaing that it can be solved only 'by a military conquest of China? Are Germany and Italy in such desperate straierhts that their only recourse is to establish - their hecremony. by force of arms, over the Spanish peninsula? -'<• Before we try to answer such questions, we ought to re- 1 member that the money spent on such campaigns is, in an economic sense, monev wasted. It is money diverted from pro- diictive purposes and poured down a rat-hole. And. it does sseem reasonable to suggest that such money might very well , have bee,n used at home to increase productivity and establish "better living conditions, if the economic factor is as all-im- TaortaTit as it is said, to be. RTWiEISN^Ethiopia and. Spaing. Italy has spent enormous sinrijMcm militarv aonrression fn, the last few vears. Isn't 'r- it.at lek?t possible tljat the. average Italian would have more ••. io,_eat,. a better house to live in and in general a more promis- iririg iatUKeJ-iCthat money haid been st>ent at home on things TtHat>rouia ; actually enrich- the nation? Wouldn't the harassed citizen of over-crowded, poverty- stricken Japan be better off if the money tha thas financed conquest in Manchuri aand China had gone into- rehousing-. wil reclamation, factorv construction, and the like? Wouldn't the people of Germany be benefited if the monev that has gone into the prodigious rearmament program had been invested so as to increase the nation's supply of food and other necessities ? Army War Chiefs Pass PLOWLY but surely, the United States army is outgrowing w tTiP generation that foucrht the World War. When Gen. Donprlas MacArthur announced his forthcoming retirement, the other dav. it was nointed out at Wash- irjp-ton. that on his return to civilian life the army's active list will no lonerer contain the name of a single man who commanded a division in the A. E. F. Yotmcrer officers a-plenty who saw active service in France still remain in the Army, of course. But the high command' has thinned out. Nineteen vears have passed since the war ended. The men who had nositions of high rfwxmsihility in 1918 are nretty well beyond the age limit now. Their places are being taken bv men who were majors, colonels, and brigadiers in war days. The basis of Chinese social organization ia a closely knit and highly organized family. The Family Doctor T. K. Reg. V. S. Pat. O«, By DK. MORUIS FISHBEIN Editor, Journal of the American Medical Association, and of a, the Health Magazine. Prompt Treatment Will Cure Impetigo, Most Common Skin Disease of Children This la the fourth of a series of f articles In wMch Dr. Morris Fish- i bein discusses skin diseases. ! (No. 354) One of the commonest skin diseases that attacks children is called impetigo. Although it is sometimes called a contagious disease and may be spread from one person to another, it is not contagious ja the same way as smallpox and measles. It is, however, easily spread from cne part of the body to another and sometimea from one individual to another either by immediate contact cr by indirect methods. 0irty barber shops,, contaminated wrestling mats and cither athletic apparatus are frequently the means by which this condition is spread from one person in another. In impetigo blisters and little infected pimples appear, usually on the face biit also elsewhere or. the body and attacking chiefly the points at the cor- noers of the lip, the angles of the nose and around the ear. The condition Will also appear around the fingernail-, vyhece there have been hang-nails and in. scratch marks elsewhere on the body. Sometimes the infected spots dry up quickly with, the formation of a crust Which wiU then drop off, leaving a red ei«8. This red area will gradually ciis- appw. There is seldom any scarring of the gkin efter impetigo as there is after chickenpox. Quite frequently this condition occurs in children who have had their heads infested with lice, the damage to the skin done by the lice leading to these infections with the pus-causing organisms that are associated with impetigo. If this condition persists it becomes exceedingly difficult to treat and more and more distressing. With proper treatment, however, the average case of impetigo will clear up in one or two weeks. In order to prevent impetigo small infections on the face and hands should be promptly treated. The persons who are infected should always use a separate wash cloth, towel and other articles. If a case occurs in a child who is in fchool, that child should be excluded until it has recovered. The patient must always be warned against scratching the body because it is possible to spread the disease from one portion of the body to another. If there are infestations with lice or with the itch mite that is associated with scabies, a condition also called ;.even-year itch and Cuban itch, these infestations must be treated at the same time since the combination of the two conditions causes both to persist. In the treatment of such conditions doctors usually provide antiseptic washes and ointments which are adapted to the akin of the person who is infected. In such case« the treatment Training Course Opens at Baptist Five Night Courses to Be Held at Local Church This Week The five-night Training Course of the First Baptist church opened Monday night with 122 enrolled in the seven .classes taught by visiting experts in Sunday school and church organization. Each class hncl a good attendance flntl the spirit of optimism and progress was manifested in every phase of the work. Besides the .seven out-of' town faculty members evelen visitors registered from other churches than the First Baptist. The host church invited Sunday school and church workers of the city regardless of their denomination to take advantage of this opportunity of learning more about organizing and teaching: for spiritual progress. The largest class, taught by Dr. C. W. Gulp, pastor of the Queensboro Baptist church in Shreveport. La., is on "True Functions of the Sunday School." This course on the teaching, organizing, financing, and outreaching work of the church is being attended largely by the deacons and officers of the church and those Sunday school workers who have the primary responsibility for increase in membership and attendance. Onefoh te VklhETAOIN ETAONI E One of the most enthusiastic classes of the whole school was that taught by the Rev. Wallace R. Rogers, former pastor of the church. He is conducting a course on "Teaching Adults in the Sunday School." A nursery for the pre-sehool age and a supervised study hall for school children will be conducted each night for children whose parents attend the training school. An inspirational and feature period, 25 minutes in length will be offered each night between the class sessions. The first class opens at T, the inspirational period at 7:45, and the second class period at 8:10. The Rev. W. R. Hamilton, pastor of the local church! urges that every one attend the whole evening session if possible. If any cannot reach the church by 7, he urges that they come for the feature period and the last class. "It is not too late to enroll in this course and receive 1 credit for the work," says Mr. Hamil- I ton. "All those who attend three and i one-half evenings and do the required ! work will receive the recognition of the Sunday school board. Many are working toward a Normal course diploma. Others are invited to attend at much of the school as possible." State's Ring Champion Gives You the Big Hand STATE COLLEGE, Miss.—The big- jest hands on the Mississip State College campus dangle from the husky shoulders of Moon Mullins. national intercpllegiate heavy weight boxing champion. "I guess I got big hands," Moon explains, "from milking cows." • • • —— Dressen Heavy Looser CINCINNATI-Charley Dressen lost many a hat to rival managers, baseball writers, an dfans as the result of his confidence in the Cincinnati Reds last spring. He climaxed the lost wagers >y losing his job. He'll return to Nashville next spring. IV MAftV RAYMOND i9Sf, NEA §•*)<*, CAS* 0V CIIAHACtEnS .111,1, WENTWOtWtt, Wfotnf, rne<ti-e debtHflttte, AbAN JEFFHY, h#M, rUIn* nttlkd Jlll'n 1 A C 1C WKIHTtVOtfMl. .till 1 * brother. SVJA'fA StiTTON, oil helre... * * * "Ve»tkTilnri Kntttt 1ft **e Alnn flffitln, l>u( not knowing wtl.>*r« to flnil him, ,1111 deride* to *ltt( her friend I'ntty. nrt piUron. Through Vatlf she mar "nil Alaat CHAPTER V PATTY'S blithe voice, Which somehow matched her blazing red hair, answered Jill's one morning over the telephone. "Hop over," she said. "1 wnnl you to see my diggings. It's not much to look at. "You'll find me two streets south of Miss Lancaster's tearoom," Patty went on. "You remember the place. If. you drew a^ straight line from Miss Lancaster's you'd bump into this old brick place with a stone stoop and grillwork. There are window boxes with flowers in them. You can't miss." Miss Lancaster's tearoom appeared unchanged, as Jill's tan roadster tore past. Inside, she knew, the same busy clatter was going on. But there was a patio- like place at the rear with flagged flooring, a white trellis Severed with artificial vines, and waitresses in crisp white and green moving about. , Jill drove two blocks south and turned. The mental line she was drawing flopped over the tops of buildings to settle down, on the stone stoop of. an old red brick building of the 1890 type. There was an iron grill and flowers bloomed feebly in weatherworn green window boxes. * * » /""U1DED by her mental line, Jill ^ parked and go*' out. She stepped- inside the dark hall. The door to the room on the left was open, and voices came through. Two girls were wandering around the room, examining t^ntings—placed, end to end on long tables against the wall. Paintings did. things to Jill. Left her curiously stirred by memory. She walked slowly toward the stairway that spiraled upward. A voice with a giggle in it came through the open door. "Ha've you one of the Blue Danube?" "I've never seen the Blue Danube." A cool, deep, aloof voice. Jill spun about and went back to the door. Directly in front of her' on an old marble mantel was a^j ot an ancient gateway. Anc ancient doorway was a stoutish person—a very stoutish person. None other than Jill's own- Miss Benedict, her big leather ; purse. dangling from her arm. Standing near the mantel was a young man with broad shoulders and tumbled brown hair. His back was turned, but Jill knew there were gray eyes that grew dark and intent at times, and a not-so ordinary nose. Yes, Jill knew it; this was Alan Jeffry. An elderly lady was looking at a picture through eyeglasses, secured by a chain. She was ob livious of the fact that the two girls had corralled the man who had painted it. * * * T^HE room was topsy-turvy. Look A at the place, Jill commented to herself! Things everywhere. Dust over everything. I have my doubts that he could keep a place neat and orderly, "I'm afraid," Jill thought, leaning, for n moment against the door, that some day, though, I'm going to be devoting my life to that man. If I step through this door, I'm fairly certain I will." And then Jill stepped through the door, committing herself thereby to all the young man's careless ways. Some might not have recognized this as love. But Jill recognized it, and the surge and thrill of her discovery sent the warm :olor to her face and quickened er step as she went to meet destiny. Alan Jeffry turned to meefc the newcomer, relief in his eyes. Jill ecognized the look of one about :o be rescued. Then something else showed. Recognition and an eager light that sent a sweet little thrill chas- ng up and down her spine. "You're not a very nice part of a dream I'm having?" Alan asked. "I hope not," Jill replied. "I feel very substantial. I think this s the Daytime Me. Does my noc- iurnal self visit you often?" The trio, neglected, wandbred around the room, giving funny, ittle excited squeaks: "Oh, Beatrice, look at this." "Lillian, doesn't this remind you. . . ." The elderly woman was no onger engrossed. She was now peering at Jfll through her glasses, with a look that said as plainly as words: "Young woman, I do not trust you. I wouldn't trust any young woman who came to see a young man's pictures without a chaperon. The way you threw ourself right at him before our eyes showed what a bold, brazen ng person you are. I hate to eave a nice young man in your clutches." • .. • •«••*•• FT looked as if she never would. A "But she's up against it if she hinks she can outsit me," Jill hought. She had forgotten all about her Visit to Patty, Tornor* row, she would remember It, per* haps, But tomorrow was aiiothet day, which had nothing to do with shining moments within one'» grasp. ; But at last they were cone, This, Alan told her, was a one« man exhibit He had inserted s small ad in one ot the papers and it had brought him the trio. Maybe there would be others tomorrow. Jill could have wept,, remembering another one-man exhibit against a background of gold velvet hangings and mellow paneling. She wished fiercely she could go out and send all of her rich friend* here. Only, of course, they would not come. Even the finest of pictures couldn't compete with tha prestige of a wealthy sponsor. Anyway, she couldn't have stood it if some rich old woman tied him to a leash and showed him off. Shadows were filling the room. Time was marching on much too rapidly for Jill, who would hoard her moments. Alan switched on the lights. "If there were only someone here," Alan said, doubtfully, "1 might—we might—" "Were you inviting me to dinner?" Jill asked" breathlessly. "Were you?" "We could go out for dip***. Or order scrambled eggs." "I adore them," Jill said. * * * "Why, only last week yon and Chuck \verc pinyintc divorcft^^^^i There you go, dragging up that oltl scniuln! just as we're firiH|nBf,li|iipi .nee * .. ?!j.8$s8te'J' Dincss. place boasted a telephone. She could hear Alnn communicating with the outside world. A world composed of millions of persons less the two shut within the walls here. The only two that mattered at all to Jill. Scrambled eggs turned out to be broiled filet mignon for Jill, and slightly more substantial meat for Alan. Salad, iced tea, and cake topped with whipped cream. There iad been a clean cloth, and shining silver. She was glad the darkness hid details about her car. Its expensiveness contrasted sharply with the shabby surroundings she was leaving. The glow was still on Jill when she reached home and Rave an excuse for arriving home wined and dined, so to speak. Mrs. Wentworth welcomed the signs of romance. "She probably met some attractive man at ] thousands but they stay off by them- Elise's," she decided. That was nice. When girls didn't marry young, they started picking themselves a career. It would-be awful to have Jill become a career girl. It would mean having her at her heels always. By Olive Roberts Barton Have Child Write From Knowledge "Oh, mother, wo had such a grand time," cried Mary breathlessly. The Caverns were like fairyland. There are really rooms clown there, and they are till lighted. The stone hangs from the ceiling and sticks up from the floor in the oddest shapes. One wns 11 perfect elephant, another was an owl and there was a place that looked like Niagara Falls. Some places you had to go across a little bridge, and you 1 looked down into n deep dark hole that went for miles clown into the earth. You could hear water rushing and it made you shiver. All the guides were dressed like Indians and they told us about the bats. Bats live there by CHAPTER VI Three Bafflers Top Detective Fiction. Mr. Pinkerton, that mousy, shy little Englishman who is forever blundering into some murder case or other and contributing to its solution by a combination of dumb luck and good sense, is in again—which ranks as the best news of the fall for detective story fans. The new book about him is "The Black Envelope," by David Frome (Farrar and Rinehart: $2), and it is good reading all the way. This time we get a domineering old lady stabbed to death in a museum at Brighton, with a whole flock of people who might have done it circulating around and with Mr. Pinkerton wandering innocently onto the scene just after the deed has been done. How Mr. Pinkerton tackles the case, gets completely fooled and is almost murdered himself makes an ingenious and immensely readable tale. Another English baffler, almost equally good, is "The Twittering Bird Mystery" by H. C. Bailey (Crime Club: $2). This one brings us Josh Clunk, the sanctimonious little criminal lawyer who is forever skating right up to the thin edge of the law and for whom no mystery is ever too dark. Clunk is retained to deal for a housing property on the edge of London. A series of murders follows. Scotland Yard suspects Clunk of being responsible, and Clunk—dropping homilies on sin and forgiveness as he puts over a series of fast on^s—winds up by confounding everyone. It's a first-rate book. I Strictly American is "Death for Dear! Clara," by Q. Patrick (Simon and Schuster: ?2), Here we find a feminine literary agent being done to | death with nine persons having had,' apparently, both motive and oppor- j tunity to commit the deed. The crime ! is solved neatly enough by a clever' young copper, and a workmanlike job of plot construction is revealed. usually results in a prompt cure. Particularly important is the prevention of epidemics of this condition' in nurseries, in hospitals, in asylums \ and in other places where considerable j numbers of children and babies may j be collected. 'In such institutions it in customary to separate promptly those! who are infected from those who are not to control all of the children until the disease itself is eliminated. NEXT: Treutnwnt and prevention of "bather's Itch," CA-ST OB 1 CHARACTERS JILL WENTWORTH, heroine, ntlrnetlve debutante. ALAN JEFFIIY, hero, rUlnit Tounc nrtUt. BARRY WENTWORTW, JHI'm Htupbrother. JACK. WEIVSWORTH, JIll'H brother, SYLVIA STJTTON. oil helrc«». * * * Yenlerdnyt Jill meet* Alan again, dine* with him and Mr*. Wentworth nnnumca that Jill has met a rich man! WHEN a girl falli Hi love, the " flrst thing she does usually is to go on a splurge of shopping. This new mood of Jill's—of wanting things to make herself more beautiful—was one Mrs. Wentworth could understand. It presaged orange Dlossoms and wedding chimes. And so when Jill returned home with more hand-made gloves than she knew what to do with, Mrs. Wentworth overlooked the extravagance, Even condoned it, Jill had only seen Alan Jeffrey once since the day she found him exhibiting his beautiful paintings to a still hopeful mother and her two daughters. She was going to see him again this nfiprnoon, this time through Jill's own clever maneuvering. She had at last located Patty. Not two blocks south of Miss Lancaster's, as Patty had said, but three' blocks. On this particular afternoon, Jill had inveigled Patty, who was not in the least interested in art, into going with her to see Alan's pictures. Another girl was with them* Ardath Holm, a model who shared Patty's appartmerjt. « * * PATTY'S description had not * prepared Jill for the new girl's sti-ange attractiveness. Ardath was thin, with flaxen hair, which she wore coijed •around her head like a cap, giving her a foreign look. Her eyes were a golden-gray, fringed by black lashes. It came to Jill suddenly, that Ardath Holm was strikingly like a tiger. Patty immediately liked AJan, more than his landscapes, though she admitted they were very good. Sh« won Alan's friendship when she singled out for her most ex* travagant tribute a picture which proved to be his favorite: "Sun Over Seville," a brilliant study of a Spanish Besta; glowing, flashing with color, and animated with graceful movement. "That young map. 19 yj a of a hole trying to hucfc this without friends and w money," Patty said, tp Jill later her apartment. Ard»th, Holm gone tQ her room. "He may be heaven's own gift to the art world, and I'd still bet he hasn't a chance to earn three square meals a day unless he gets in a better place, where Mr. and Mrs. Money-bags can peek in. It won't help much if you and I and maybe the folks across the hall drop in to cheer him on, will it?" "No," Jill admitted, slowly. "The thing to do, Patty, is to sell a picture." "How long do you think $100 or even $200—and I'm boosting the possibility—would last?" "But Patty," Jill exclaimed, "good pictures bring thousands!" "Not from any unknown painter. My dear, when did you matriculate in kindergarten?" be- her PROPERLY subdued, jm came inarticulate. But brain was functioning. A plan was growing. It had started out as a germ planted in her mind. by 'a chance remark of her own. The thing to do is to sell a pic- tu.v! The next time she saw Alan was a date. He hr,d invited her to lunch and they had gone to Miss Lancaster's. She had gone to meet him in a taxi, There were no night shadows to hide a swank roadster, that was damning evidence against her. She was glad, now, that Alan had not remembered the name "John H. Wentworth," which she had so wrelessly given him the 1 day she arrived home. It was a name that stood for the ultra in the order of things he despised. Some day he would have to know. Meanwhile, he must sell that picture. After the luncheon, Jill went straight to her father's office. "What's on your mind, young one?" Jill thought her father's voice soundec} 'a little tired. How gray his hair was, with the light from the window falling on it. Under his keen eyes there were new wrinkles. "Why," Jill thought with a surge of tenderness, "dad's getting old." "I was wondering, dad," Jill said, going directly to the point, if I could be terribly extrava* gant." She saw the surprise in her father's eyes. "It is very special," Jill went on. "Dad, I want to buy a picture, A really grand picture, and I want to pay a big price lor it." ''You WANT to pay a big price for it. 1 ' "Yes." "limm. Js this artist a friend?" man? 1 ' She nodded, "Dad, could I have $3000?" John Wentworth studied Jill's face. Brains and beauty. Yes, ha could trust his lovely girl. * * * all," Mr. Wentworth • c *- said, "it's your own money. Some day, Jill, you'll be a very rich young woman. I have never told you, but all my fortune, and it's very large, 'Will be equally divided between you, Jack, Barry, and Evelyn. So I guess $3000 is not so much to spend on something you want." "Don't let's talk about leaving money to people," Jill said with a lump in her throat. "I couldn't bear to think of not having you, dad." "Sometimes," he said, soberly, "I'm afraid I don't talk over business matters enoagh with my family. You know, Jill, all this money is bound up with the company, dependent upon its success; dependent upon tha good will of bank heads who negotiate loans; dependent upon markets and trade relations; affected by the fluctuation of world affairs. "There have been bad tunes in the past few years. It hws been a battle Jill, but I think th» worst of the fight is safely behind. Just the same, we never relax vigilance. Something, some unforeseen crisis, might topple the whole works." "Dad!" Jill cried, her eyes misty. John Wentworth's voice was husky, as he patted Jill's slim hands, "Don't worry your pretty head a moment. The old Rock of Gibraltar could be smashed, I guess. But I have an idea it never will. Our company is just about as strong. And it will be as long as men like Oscar Montanne believe in it." He left the room. Jill sat so- selves. There's a little hole where they fly out at night and—" Here Mrs. Evans interrupted her daughter. "The formations from the ceiling are called 'stalactites,' and the ones on the floor arc called 'stalagmites.' I suppose they told you that, didn't they?" A Vivid Memory "Oh, yes. said Mary, but I forget when I talk. I guess I could remember it if I was writing t osomconc. The water made them through all hie thousands of years. Dripping a drop at a time. Water lias mineral in it, and 1 the mineral hardens. It is always I white. That is what makes the Cav- • ems so wonderful. Wasn't Mr. Hale kind to ask me to go with them?" "Indeed, yes my dear, but I have been watching the clock, tiny imci tomorrow wo go to You still have to write on an imaginary trip to Uiins. Hadn't you better „ now? I'll hour all !iboul|l§lfj:a who nwo are in the car "I hardly ever saw a moUntair said Mary frowning. "ActuaUyVrilO er, I don't know what to snyj'f lllhii to make it up." "Well, suppose you write^abotltr Caverns instead. Coul you;;do''.tha "I wouldn't be allowed 'Xo»;fha to write what they tell } cni^jjljcR 01 get n zero." jf^ * . "Suppose I write u note to 1 'M5sS',Ml ray. I will take the blnme."J5|f.fV' ' Easier When They So Mary set to work. Hi finished in a couple ot Monday Miss Murray wa with it that she read .the class. It gave her an'idei "Why not vary subjec nllcw these children to they saw, rather than to s could write good stories of penings, rather than aboutMS^frip* Pikes Peak. Why set subjects}-for we are trying to teach expressibntra er than writing fairy tale^i*lj I speak to the principal." #K* \ And so it happened that'"some cellent stories of intense human. terest were turned in. Children lea to express themselves thiough the. n dium of knowledge, rather trian'mnl be-lieve. Hard-Working Movie Starlet Finds No Time for Romance moment. She was the little uneasy bgjly for a asnamed of prickle along her spine. It was natural for Dad to like Mr. Mon* tanne, who was always ready to come to his aid financially. Just as it was natural for her not to like Mi-. Montanne's son, who counted on his father's money to make friends for him. She managed to lift smiling eyes as her father entered the room. He handed her a roll of bills, Whieh Jill stuffed into her purse. "Jill, be careful," her stepfather warned. "No one ever yet bought happiness." "This will," Jill boasted, "because it's somebody else's happi-? ness I'm buying." Afterward, she remeroberecj tbst fcoast. (To 6$ P»»ti)w4> HOLLYWOOD.-Of the now order of movie actresses, Marjoric Weaver is an example. A rather stern example. Some of the more happy-go-lucky people on the 20th-Fo.\ lot have criticized Miss Weaver, though gently, for being too doggoned purposeful. That ul-so is the impression an interviewer gets until he suddenly realizes that her disconcerting honesty is the biggest difference between Miss Weaver and a lot of other ambitious young actreses. In less than a year she seems to have taken Hollywood's measure. She has figured out its "angles," its phoney aspects and its vulnerable points. She | seems as wise us a Crawford or a Lombard, but much more frank. Acting IK u 24-Hour Job Sitting at lunch with Marjorie Weaver the other day I heard her formulate a set of rules for newcomers to talkietown. They were the rules i she has followed, anyway, and in her case they worked very well. "The main idea," she said, "is work. And I mean hard work, mostly in thinking and self-discipline. You can't let down or relax for a minute until you're well on your way. "If I were talking to a class of Hollywood freshmen I'd tell 'em that if a chance here means anything at all it's worth at least six months of intensive application. It's a 24-hour-a-day job. Every waking minute should be devoted to getting ahead. Every sleeping minute, for that matter, ought to be budgeted. "You wouldn't believe the hours I've spent, late at night, figuring on every detail of the next clay. Thinking of the people I'd meet, how I'd act, what I'd say. Mentally rehearsing every move I'd make, the clothes I'd wear—the angles en everything. And there is an angle to everything. "A player's first year in Hollywood is not the time for temperament or squawking. Whatever I was asked to do, J never complained, I wouldn't have opened my mouth in protest if they'd decided to chop me in little pieces." Mafcea Hardest Work Fun Along about this time I began to wonder if acting had anything tu do with success in Hollywood. Miss Weaver said it had. She was assuming that anybody who didn't love acting wouldn't be here in the place. Or shouldn't But she went further than that. She Advocates acting all the time, with appropriate performances for all situa- tions off-screen. I have no'doubt U if a situation called for it er could bat her eyelashes and,'make, noise like a beautiful inor.on, She) just about as stupid as 17 foxes. (,-1 "Another thing—'^ she said,'"a W son who comes here ha.s up his mind in advance He's got to enjoy toughest, most if lie doesn't enjoy it, his u: will show in his work." Mended For Stardom,^^ Marjorie Weaver is in the being purposeful and In Crossville, Term., she ness at 10—a water cress All through school she promoted; d reeled and starred in plays r-the University of Indianft-rsjfe the leading lady in annual for three successive years j|h<»' b{ longed to one of the leading —Kappa Kappa Gamma—but sang-wi a band at university dances' fop ?§ night. For four successive years 8h? Wl voted the most beautiful girt on tl campus. She has licenses t» French and English. Her college mate, Judy Park (now her sent Marjoric's picture to a zine in New York which was, ing a beauty contest. She gether with a dance scholarsWj^. and movie contract. During U months in Hollywae4 M has appeared in 18 pictures. but-WY( in good roles until recently, ^SBSi SI tire 20lh-Fox lot is talking abflyt now: "Marjorie Weaver—shq?li'< t star in a year." Her part tn, »§ Honeymoon" was written for/hjp gJ enlarged in recognition of he? „"".... There's no romance for Ifljjf 7 j\ff Love and work are incompatible believe I mentioned, didn't I,."—'"'" Weaver is a very purposeful FRINCETON-Gcrahl desta of Montclair, N. J., rei Princeton University tennis cl ship with a 6-4, 6-0, fi-2 Calvin D. McCracken of Poi sie.

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